


beloved child (i won't let you escape again)

by NoBetaWeDieLikeGlenn



Category: Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses
Genre: Ambiguous/Open Ending, Anal Sex, Bondage, Dark Sylvain Jose Gautier, Jealousy, Kidnapping, M/M, Modern AU, Possessive Behavior, Sex Toys, Stalker Sylvain
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2020-08-12
Updated: 2020-08-12
Packaged: 2021-03-05 19:07:33
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Rape/Non-Con
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,414
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25860328
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/NoBetaWeDieLikeGlenn/pseuds/NoBetaWeDieLikeGlenn
Summary: Sylvain takes a childhood promise too far.
Relationships: Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd/Felix Hugo Fraldarius (Background), Sylvain Jose Gautier/Felix Hugo Fraldarius
Comments: 28
Kudos: 215





	beloved child (i won't let you escape again)

**Author's Note:**

> Title taken from "Itoshigo yo" by Rurutia.
> 
> Dedicated to [@kinmoku511](https://twitter.com/kinmoku511) on Twitter. Thank you so much for cheering me on as I wrote this out of my system several odd nights! This fic would not be possible without your support!
> 
> I'd also like to thank [Tam](https://archiveofourown.org/users/androgenius) for the beta read!
> 
> Warning: This contains an unflattering and problematic portrayal of Sylvain. The fic is not meant to bash on him and was indulgently written after seeing [this](https://twitter.com/kinmoku511/status/1292463550187712513) and [this](https://twitter.com/kinmoku511/status/1292626643001909250).
> 
> If any of that makes you uncomfortable, then please press that back button. Otherwise, enjoy!
> 
> Note: This fic has accompanying art! Will link to it at the end!

Felix wakes to the telltale snap of a shutter. To arms tied behind him, legs bound around the ankles. The cloth wrapped around his mouth prevents him from spitting a curse at his looming captor, who aims a camera at his curled form as he lays on top of a bed that isn't his.

"Felix Fraldarius. Kendo star of Garreg Mach High."

That rich, lazy baritone sounds vaguely familiar—familiar in the same way that windswept red hair is, as with those murky brown eyes that glitter with delight. Every bit a tiger that's caught its prey, one that is determined to play around with it.

"Smile," the man says in response to Felix's glare, aiming the camera at him once more, "it's our long-awaited reunion."

Felix's brows furrow some more. Reunion? What the hell is he on? He doesn't recognize this man—he _should_ , a small voice nags at him, but he ignores it in favor of testing his bonds, seeing if he could break free by force.

No dice.

"You've really forgotten."

The man _actually_ sounds sorrowful, another puzzling detail as the way he turns his back on him. Felix squirms, seeing if he could loosen the rope instead as the man occupies himself with something else. Instead, Felix bumps into something flat, its gloss texture inconsistent with the soft bedding underneath him.

It's a picture. A cursory gaze downwards alerts Felix to more, and through the dim light, his eyes widen at what he can make out.

 _Himself._ Felix, on his way home. Felix, grabbing a drink after club practice. Felix, changing at home—

"I've found it," the man says, reverent as he sweeps back to where Felix is. The computer screens behind him cast his form in a dull glow, lighting the man's smile eerily as he holds a stack of photos. "I know you hate guessing games, but play with me again, Felix?"

The gag muffles Felix's "no", but despite his attempt at resistance, he still glances at the photo that flutters down next to him, as well as those that follow.

A moment in time before one of his competitions.

A stroll outside the school with Dimitri and Ingrid.

A redhead and raven-haired child in a playground, smiling for the camera—

_No, it can't be._

The man smirks as Felix shakes his head in disbelief. "Finally get it?" He reaches out and undoes the knot holding the gag behind him, carelessly tossing the cloth to the side. "I look forward to your answer."

"What do you want from me?" Felix snarls. "Let me go, you asshole."

The man tuts. "Wrong answer." He drops the rest of the photos by Felix's feet, extending a hand to stroke Felix's cheek. A hand that Felix tries to shake off, only to result in another pressing against the side of his face. Both hands cup Felix's cheeks, forcing Felix to meet the eye of the person he least expected to see again after all these years.

"Is that the way to greet your long lost sweetheart?" The man—Sylvain—asks. "My dear, sweet Felix, you've changed so much..."

Felix spits at Sylvain's face. "And you've turned into a Grade A creep."

"A creep?" Sylvain blinks owlishly, as if unable to process what Felix said or did just then. Then he grins in a manner which makes Felix's skin crawl, wiping Felix's spittle off his cheek and licking it off his fingers as he backs off. "I think not. I've simply been watching you. Like I promised."

Sylvain steps off to the side, revealing the monitors behind him in their horrific glory as a small amount of light fills the room. On one, Felix, smiling at someone off-screen. On the other, Felix in his underwear, taking off his school pants. That's on top of the photos that line the walls, all at varying times and places. All Felix, all in various states of dress and undress. All emotions Felix had ever possibly experienced, mirrored back at him as his gaze wanders around the room in alarmed fascination.

Felix's eyes fall on the corkboard adjacent to the computer. Discarded trash, all lovingly stored and labeled, none of which Felix could make out from where he lays. It reminds him of the scrapbook his father used to keep of him and Glenn. Except that this is all Felix and contains none of the charm his father's gathered keepsakes had.

Only a cold dread which seeps into his bones, especially when Sylvain brings out a tripod and sets a camcorder on it. 

"What the fuck are you doing?" With some difficulty, Felix manages to sit up. "This is illegal, I'm calling—"

"You've grown so beautifully," Sylvain interrupts, producing a bag whose contents he empties onto the bed. "I want to keep track of everything."

"The hell you're not," Felix says, renewing his resistance as he pushes against the rope once more, not at all liking the phallic and broad nature of some of the items. Still no give, but at least he's upright instead of lying down, able to put some distance between him and the offending articles.

For whatever good it does, considering how Sylvain climbs on the bed soon after, blade in hand.

"Relax. I won't hurt you," Sylvain coos as he draws near, pausing by Felix's feet.

Felix snorts. "Excuse me if I don't find that very convincing."

But Felix allows Sylvain to bring the knife to the ropes binding his ankles, staying still long enough for the blade to tear through them. As soon as the bits of string fall off, he aims a kick at Sylvain's stomach, earning a groan as it connects with his target. He wastes no time hopping off the bed, unsteady on his feet as he eyes the door from where he is, ready to make his way to it.

However, strong arms grab at him from behind, pulling him back to the bed and against the chest of one Sylvain Gautier.

"I'm sorry, Felix," Sylvain says as Felix writhes in his arms and manages to get an elbow in despite his arms bound behind him. "This is for your own good."

Sylvain presses a cloth to Felix's face, covering most of it with the fabric. Felix scrunches his nose, resisting the urge to breathe that suspicious odor, but eventually, the need for air makes itself known. He takes a whiff of that ether, drawing the fight out of him as it drags him into darkness' sweet embrace.

* * *

"You're awake. Good."

When Felix wakes for the second time, it's to the same bed he roused from earlier. But this time, he's propped against some pillows, wrists chained to the bedpost behind him as similar chains on either side of him spread his legs apart. His shirt had been unbuttoned, but more discomfitingly, he's missing his pants and underwear, leaving him exposed to the elements and Sylvain's scrutiny. A piercing gaze which never leaves him, its heated nature oddly chilling.

"I finished my initial examination earlier," Sylvain says, letting several photos drop onto the bed. After one look at the pile, Felix casts his gaze to the side, face flushing with embarrassment at the numerous shameful angles of his exposed body presented before him. "You look perfect."

Sylvain cups Felix's crimson-tinged cheeks. "Red has always been a nice color on you," he says, absently caressing flushed skin with the pad of his thumb as Felix suppresses a shudder. 

"But," Sylvain continues, fingers digging into Felix's skin, "you still betrayed me and broke our promise."

"You're the one who left seven years ago," Felix spits out, unable to help the accusation that comes with the statement. "Don't you dare pin this one on me."

"I never left," Sylvain says, letting go to smoothen out the red marks left behind by his grip. Instead of comforting Felix, it just rankles at him, leaving him on the edge as Sylvain continues to look down with undisguised hunger, a gaze which lends an ominous feel to his now reverent touch. "I've always been here, watching over you as I promised."

Which begs the question of _how_ and from _where_ , but the fact that it's Sylvain, his childhood friend, explains why he never felt like he was in danger whenever he felt watchful eyes on him.

Until now, that is.

"You're not my keeper." As Sylvain draws back, Felix dares to test his bonds. While the bedpost behind him creaks in response, it doesn't snap off. Nor do the cuffs and chains that bind his ankles to the foot of the bed, which continue to hold him where he is, long as they are.

"It's not your choice to make. I'll always be here. Even if you abandoned me for _Dimitri_."

Ice comes with the name that spills forth, settling uncomfortably in the pit of Felix's stomach. "I did not abandon you for Dimitri."

"Then what do you call this?"

A photo floats down, landing on the covers. A blurred picture of Felix pressing his lips against Dimitri's, outside the burger joint they frequent. Whoever took the photo must have been shaking with rage—the embers of which burn in Sylvain's gaze.

For however illogical it is, guilt creases Felix's expression before he breaks eye contact. "That has nothing to do with anything."

"It's got everything to do with _us_."

And with that, Sylvain captures Felix's lips in one smooth motion, pressing in amidst Felix's shock. Felix shakes his head, but Sylvain continues to chase after his lips, keeping him in place with his hands as he suffocates him under his affection, teeth scraping against tender skin.

Heat uncomfortably builds in his chest, the lack of air tight against Felix's lungs as he tries not to drown under Sylvain's assault. Felix shuts his eyes, spots dancing behind his eyelids as his mind wavers, wishing for all of it to end. But before he could surrender himself to the realm of unconsciousness, Sylvain pulls away, leaving Felix to take in a huge gulp of air.

"Remember me, Felix," Sylvain pants as Felix breathes heavily. "Remember my lips, and not his."

"Fuck you," Felix grinds out in between breaths, "I don't answer to you."

Not when his heart already belongs to someone else, to someone he treasures beyond a shadow of a doubt. As for who Sylvain is to him, especially now, Felix isn't sure. But none of this is right, and Sylvain _has_ to know it isn't. Didn't he tell Felix that his love is something he should be careful with, something Felix should only give to someone he can imagine living the rest of his life with?

_So why…?_

Sylvain shakes his head. "Then I'll just have to make you."

"What—"

Sylvain's hands wander over Felix's naked chest, touching everything he shouldn’t. For someone who just kissed him roughly, Sylvain's hands are surprisingly soft, worshipful as they’re greedy while Felix shakes his head, face heating up as red creeps to his cheeks. Twisting away in vain at the unwelcome contact, Felix stifles a moan when one hand finds a nipple while the other dips down to his navel.

"Stop," Felix gasps as Sylvain nuzzles the back of his neck, "this isn't right."

"Your body will be the judge of that." As Sylvain rolls Felix's nipple between his fingers, his other hand dips lower, ghosting past his length, which, despite lacking any reason to, reacts eagerly to the minute touch. "And I'm getting the contrary..."

"You're wrong," Felix bites out, groaning when Sylvain starts playing with his tip, "this—this isn't—"

"Don't worry, Felix," Sylvain says, "I'll take care of you. I will erase every bit of that despicable man's touch."

"You don't have to do this," Felix says, breath stuttering as his attempt to inch away from Sylvain's invasive touch meets resistance, his bindings keeping him in place. "It's—ahh!"

Felix cries out as something sharp bites against his nipple, pinching against sensitive as cold metal dangles in front of his skin.

"It hurts, doesn't it?" Sylvain says as he affixes the other end to Felix's untouched nipple, earning a small sob from Felix as tears spring unbidden to his eyes. "It's nothing next to the pain I felt when I saw him steal you away."

"Take it off," Felix whimpers, biting lightly on his lower lip as he balls his hands into fists, resisting the urge to shift where he sits and possibly disturb this aching setup.

Sylvain shakes his head. "I'll make it feel good, Felix." In yet another twisted turn of events, Sylvain massages the sore spots left behind by the clamps, actually carrying through with his words. "In ways he never has."

"You don't have to," Felix repeats, breath tight as he swallows through the lingering pain. "Let me go. I promise not to tell anyone what happened here."

"My sweet Felix," Sylvain hums, stroking Felix's wet cheek as he wipes Felix's tears away with one hand. "You're safe here. I'll take care of you."

Why? Why won't Sylvain listen? The question echoes in Felix's mind as Sylvain's tongue paints a wet stripe across his cheek, lapping after his remaining tears before pulling away. As Felix slumps against the pillows, Sylvain picks up several things from the selection of toys strewn about by the edge of the bed. A bottle of lubricant and a large vibrator—way too large that Felix has no idea how it'll ever fit where Sylvain no doubt plans to stick it in.

"He used you so badly, didn't he?" Sylvain says, applying a generous amount of oil on the toy, "Ruined you, changed you into someone you're not. That's why you're so angry nowadays, aren't you? Don't worry; I’ll change that now."

Felix's eyes bulge as Sylvain approaches him with the vibrator, one that's almost as wide as his wrist. Is he going to shove that in without doing anything else? That's on top of the nonsense he's spouting about Dimitri and himself, senseless as the way he hovers and pokes at Felix's hole with the tip of the toy.

"He used this hole, didn't he?" Sylvain asks in a low voice, an undercurrent of danger in his tone.

"He hasn't!" Felix cries out, very much the truth despite the awkwardness of admitting so. That he and Dimitri only shared their first kiss a scant three days ago, and never went past feeling each other up.

"You don't have to protect him, Felix. I'll make sure he gets what's coming to him once I'm done taking good care of you."

"Please," Felix's voice cracks as Sylvain circles the toy around his hole, "don't, I can't—"

The rest of Felix's words dissolve into a sob, and he could only pray that whatever remained of the sweet, older brother he used to know would hear out his unspoken plea.

And, by the goddess, it works. Sylvain stops, pausing to consider Felix.

"...You saved yourself for me, Felix?" Sylvain asks after a moment, incredulous.

No, it's not that at all. But given the alternative, Felix takes a leap of faith and nods, hoping that would be enough to prevent the worst from coming.

"I knew it!" Sylvain says, tone gleeful as he sets aside the toy. "Not even _he_ could ruin the bond we share!"

The alternative, it seems, is Sylvain slicking up his fingers, testing Felix's hole with one oiled finger.

"Goddess, Felix," Sylvain says, mirroring the groan Felix lets out at the unwanted penetration. "You really did. You really did..."

"You're so tight." Sylvain lets out a shuddering exhale, curling his finger inside of Felix, circling the inside of his hole with it. "For me. Only for me."

Felix gasps as Sylvain adds in another finger and begins scissoring him, squirming as he clenches around those fingers. "I can't—"

"You can," Sylvain says so confidently that Felix almost believes him despite the way he clenches so snugly around Sylvain's fingers. He's uncannily gentle as he retracts his fingers, taking a moment to stroke Felix's thigh, goosebumps trailing in the wake of his touch. As Felix twitches amid the sensation that lingers, Sylvain unzips his fly, revealing his cock, already hard and red with arousal. While never reaching the unreal proportions of the toy Sylvain was about to use on him, it still is of above average size, ever punctuated by the way Sylvain slicks himself, grinning at Felix the whole while.

"I'm so glad, Felix. We'll be one soon."

Felix simply shuts his eyes in resignation as Sylvain grabs his hips, bracing himself for the inevitable. Which comes, shocking as it is painful. Cold as it's hot, hatefully warm as Sylvain works his way through, bottoming out a moment later as he echoes Felix's moan.

"Damn, Felix— _fuck_ —you love me, you really do..."

Not trusting his own voice at all, Felix shakes his head, whimpering as Sylvain starts a set of shallow thrusts. He keeps his eyes shut tight, not at all wishing to know what expression Sylvain must be wearing now as Felix adjusts to the foreign intrusion.

Felix's first. That he'll never be able to give to Dimitri.

"It's okay, Felix," Sylvain says as Felix's tears cut a hot trail down his cheeks anew. "It'll feel good soon. I promise."

The clamps biting into Felix's skin jostle at the continuous movement, wrenching a noise out of him that he bites down. Still, he winces as Sylvain pierces him at a sharp angle, all the while detesting the way his body adjusts to Sylvain's now quickened pace, rough as it is unwantedly rousing.

"Smile for the camera. Please—for me?"

The camera?! Despite himself, Felix's eyes fly open at the reminder, gaze falling on the camcorder pointed at them, lips parted in despair as he silently begs for all of this to stop. Has it truly been recording this whole time? Every sigh, every uninvited moan and movement—

Felix whines when Sylvain yanks at the chain connecting the clamps, sucking in a breath as pain lingers after the fact, white hot as electricity. It runs beneath his skin, pooling heat uncomfortably south against all reason.

"That's good too," Sylvain says, worshipful as he reaches up to cradle Felix's cheek. "You've always looked so cute with tears in your eyes."

Felix hangs his head, not deigning that with a response as he tugs weakly at the cuffs chaining him to the bedpost. This is so messed up. Back in the day, Sylvain has been the one that would wipe his tears away, not cause them gleefully as he does now.

_So..._

"Why…?" Felix asks out loud as Sylvain pounds into him, gasping when he pushes in too deep. "Why are you doing this?"

Sylvain pauses while still joined to Felix, lips tugging upwards in an innocent smile that would not have been out of place with the boy he last saw seven years back.

"Because I love you."

Something inside of Felix shatters as Sylvain resumes his brutal pace, wearing a serene expression disjoint with the way he attacks Felix, laying claim to everything he has no rights to—every bit a beast wearing his old friend's skin. There's no kindness to be found in the way this monster ravishes him nor the way he eagerly drinks in the sight of Felix's red, tear-streaked face.

Only a predator, brutally uncompromising in its instinct to devour all of its catch until there's nothing left.

"I love you, Felix. So, so much. Just the way you love me too."

A part of Felix wants to protest those words. But his body, yet again, has other ideas, determined to undermine the denial that refuses to make it past his lips. His arousal pulses with unwanted need, dripping precome as this monster called "Sylvain" continues, determined for Felix to take his shape.

The betrayal stings all the more when Felix comes ahead of Sylvain of all things, squeezing Sylvain's shaft as his release arrives in spurts. His walls clench around Sylvain suggestively, earning a smirk from Sylvain as he winds down after a couple of breaths.

"You didn't wait for me," Sylvain says with an amount of relish that gives away his delight. "But that's fine. I forgive you, Felix. I always will."

"Stop," Felix pleads as Sylvain snaps his hips forward and buries himself back in, "please, no more—"

"I told you it’d feel good," Sylvain continues, as if not hearing Felix at all. "I promised I'd take care of you."

"Sylvain," Felix breathes, arching his back as he struggles uselessly against his bonds, "I can handle myself, so—"

"It won't be long," Sylvain says, delirious as he sinks his cock into Felix again and again, faster as the bed shakes with his movements. "So close. I'm so close, Felix—"

A moment later, Sylvain groans, emptying into Felix, who shuts his eyes as Sylvain spends himself, twitching and spurting uncomfortably within as he lets it all out. He only pulls out when there's nothing left, humming in approval as the weight on the bed shifts.

Felix hisses in relief as Sylvain removes the clamps, but only dares to open his eyes once he feels Sylvain move away, watching Sylvain's back as he sits on the side of the bed and zips up his pants. Sylvain's seed lingers inside of him, uncomfortable as the soreness sinking into his tired arms and legs.

"And that's a wrap." Sylvain sighs, then tilts his head towards Felix with a casual grin. "I should treat you to a nice dinner. Chicken gratin, your favorite."

"Release me," Felix begs, stomach lurching when Sylvain looks away without a word and rises from the bed. "Please. You can't keep this up. People are going to start looking for me—they'll find you. I promise I won't tell, so—"

"They won't," Sylvain says casually, busying himself with the camcorder. "They'll never find this place."

"You're lying." Felix rattles his cuffs, chains jingling as he viciously shakes his head. Sylvain must be kidding, right? It must be a sick joke alongside all his nonsense ramblings. Dimitri and Ingrid should have noticed by now, and his father must be worried sick—

"No one will come looking here." This time, darkness lines Sylvain's serene smile, belying his intent. "I've been nothing but helpful, you see. Every bit the reliable and trustworthy model student my father wished for me to be."

A hint of bitterness tinges Sylvain's tone, but any sympathy Felix may have is directed towards attempting to break free of the chain, which still refuses to give even now.

"Which reminds me," Sylvain crosses the short distance between the tripod and the desk, picking up something that looks like Felix's phone. "I should send Dimitri a souvenir of our date."

"No!" Felix turns his head away as Sylvain points the phone's camera at him, frantically attempting to close his legs, which only results in disturbing the fluid slowly dripping out of his hole, spreading it across his thighs. "Don't you—"

"Hey, relax." Sylvain chuckles, a humorless sound that catches Felix's attention, enough for him to risk a glance as Sylvain lowers the phone. "I'm kidding. I wouldn't want him to find this place."

"But I'll pay him a visit sometime," Sylvain chirps, pocketing Felix's phone. "He's been a terrible influence on you." He continues, in a lower voice, "He'll pay for what he did."

"Dimitri did nothing wrong," Felix says amid the panic rising in his chest, clamping his mouth shut when a whine threatens to escape him at the way his bruised wrists scrape against merciless metal. "Don't hurt him."

"Felix, even now you'd go through these lengths to protect that bastard?" Sylvain asks, mild disapproval bleeding into his question.

"You're the bastard here," Felix counters, hardening his gaze. "A sick fuck who can't let go of the past."

"Am I, Felix?" Sylvain's question resounds with genuine doubt. Absolutely sickening. "I know what I saw earlier—you enjoyed every moment of my company, like we used to. It's only a matter of time before I undo all the damage our parting has done."

"There's nothing to undo." Felix exhales. "I changed and moved on. That's all there is to it."

Silence reigns after that, punctuating the ominous whir of the computer and air conditioning unit in the room. Felix, for the first time, dares to hope that he may have finally gotten to Sylvain, with the way he wanders back to the bed, contemplative as he tenderly lays his fingers over Felix's injured wrists and lowers his head.

"...Then I'll just have to seize it by force," Sylvain whispers against Felix's ear. "The glorious past we share."

Felix's eyes flash with terror. "Don't—"

Again, Felix's imperatives are nothing next to Sylvain's willful ignorance. Circling back to the side of the bed, Sylvain picks up the large vibrator from earlier and oils it once more.

"No!" Felix squirms away, not that it does much as Sylvain positions the large toy between his legs and presses a hand to his thigh. "Please—"

"It'll be okay."

In defiance of Felix's protests, Sylvain slowly pushes it into his used hole, only stopping when all that's peeking out is the vibrator's base.

"Pull it out." Felix, eyes watering, gasps as he clenches around the length stoppering the seed still inside of him. "I don't—I don't want—"

Yet, the jolt that shakes his body once Sylvain activates the toy is nothing short of familiar, unwanted pleasure ever determined to compromise his statements. Through reddened cheeks, he tries to catch Sylvain's eye, pleading with his gaze.

"Don't cry, Felix. I won't be long." Sylvain cups Felix's cheek, eyes glittering with drunken excitement. "I'll save you soon, but for now, let me keep you company like this."

"Sylvain," Felix starts, chest tight, "don't do this."

"I know you're still in there somewhere," Sylvain continues, the solemnity of his tone a sharp contrast to the dreadful nature of his ramblings as he wipes Felix's tears. "After all, you saved yourself for me."

Shock lingers in Felix's expression as Sylvain pulls away. Sylvain retreats to the door, closing it behind him with an airy laugh as he leaves Felix to deal with the dim reality of his mistakes. With only the continuous roll of the camera for company as the toy pulses inside of him, Felix hangs his head, resignation heavy against his chest as he mourns what could have been, and what's yet to come.

**Author's Note:**

> Artist OP was so kind and made some art to accompany this fic! Please check out their amazing piece over [here](https://twitter.com/kinmoku511/status/1293556046716268546)!
> 
> Also, considering writing a Sylvain POV companion piece to this. Not any time soon, but it's a possibility (also maybe Dimitri POV…). For now, I'm super glad to be free of Stalker!Sylvain brainworms (for however long they stay away). If, on the off-chance, anyone wants to create something based on this AU, please do! We are but starving fans in this dry wasteland…!
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